It's that time again. That horrible, no good time. The time when Chris and I have to actually put some effort into potty training a child. And let's face it. We sort of suck at the whole potty training thing. We are half hearted potty trainers. Sure, I can rock out the Potty Power song, and sing my heart out about "doing it yourself," but at the end of the day, the truth still hurts. I hate it and I'm not good at it.
I was putting some effort into our own episode of The Return of the Potty a few days ago. After Griffin wowed me with his potty prowess and managed to eek out some business on the throne, he turned to me, smiled and said, "Mommy, are you just SOOOO happy right now?"
I interrupted my humming of "potty power!" to assure him that yes, I was just soooo happy at his potty efforts.
He clapped his hands, helped me pull up his pants and said, "Good, because now you are my princess! My Potty Princess!"
"Wow, a princess? Really?" I asked laughing, "And a potty princess at that?"
Griffin nodded enthusiastically.
"Well, what does a potty princess get to do anyway G?" I inquired.
Griffin thought for a second and said, "You get to wear lots of special hats."
That's me. The potty princess rocking it out in her special hats. Potty Power to all!
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